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I said it, and I'm a she

Who doesn't like a good "that's what she said" joke? Man, sometimes it is all I can do to not bust out laughing to a crude, poorly worded sentence that is not complete until a "that's what she said" is added. Stop judging me...I work around literally a building full of dudes, it happens.

So how could we pass up the opportunity to include my favorite type of joke in our engagement pictures?!

Oh that's right, we couldn't pass it up.

And it's true...that IS what I said, sort of. After the ocean of overwhelming shock rolled out.

See, the thing is, Chris didn't woo me with a fancy dinner, a hot-air balloon ride, or a sky diving adventure. He didn't write "will you marry me?" in the sky or on the beach or even spelled out with strawberries. It was so much simpler than all that, and consequently, much more of a surprise. It was perfectly "us". We aren't exactly fancy people, heck our first date was in the wee hours of the morning at a waffle house. Really, it was just a simple question with a simple (after the shock) answer.

So how did I get to our engagement story from a "that's what she said" joke introduction? Well, I don't really know, it's just my brain on crack wedding planning these days.

Anyone have some great TWSS one-liners? Think long and hard about it. Crap.

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I'm a rocket scientist...I diagnose and treat rocket problems, not medical ones!!! Sometimes I blog about my personal experiences as a person living with Type 1 Diabetes, however, this is not to be taken as medical advice.